Following Jesus
49 years ago today I made the decision to follow Jesus. As I was in an Evangelical Church, I said the time-honoured prayer to ask Him into my life . I didn't even realise it was Armistice Day, although that seems a peculiarly appropriate day to have done it. I'd struggled since being a little girl with self-hate; not sure where it came from but my relationship with my Mum was not great, I was the youngest of 4 very accomplished children and in my head I was definitely the runt of the litter. I found a Puffin Diary (remember those?) in which I had faithfully filled in the Memoranda section every week for a year with the phrase, Never forget that you are the most horrible little girl in the world. I was 9 years old that year. I'm not sure why I thought that was the case, nor why it needed to be remembered - I think I was trying hard to be different but I just couldn't do it. I remember how it felt inside my head when I went into a rage, remember wishing someone would...